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ONE FLAG, ONE LAND, ONE HEART, ONE EAND, ONE NATION, EVERMOBEl
YOL. II. HARTEORD, OOKi^^., SATURDAY, JULY 2, 1870. 52.
ioiirs at ioiue.
D R I N K I N G SONG.
[Tho following extraordinary lines were writ-ton
by Ciipt. Dowlinjf, an ollicor in tlio British
East India Service, iluriug a fearful season of
cholera. The writer is said to have fallen a vic-tim
to the epidemic shortly after writing them :]
We lueet 'neath the sounding rafter,
And the walls around us are bare ;
As they shout buck our peal of laugluer,
It seems the dead were there.
Then stand to your glasses, steady !
Wo driuk 'fore our comrades' eyes ;
One cup to the dead already ;
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet ;
'Tis cold as our hearts are growing.
And dark as the doom we u.eet.
And stand to your glasses, steady !
And soon shall our pulses rise ;
One cup for the dead already—
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
There's many a hand that's shaking,
Aud many a cheek that's sunk ;
But thougii our hearts are breaking,
They'll burn with the wine we ve drunk.
Then stand to your glasses, steady !
'Tis here the revival lies ;
Quaff a cup to the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next who dies I
Time was that we laughed at others,
We thought we were wiser then ;
Ha ! ha! let iheui think of their mothers
Who hope to see them again.
No ! stand to your glasses, steady !
The thou>;htiess is here the wise ;
One cup to tlie dead already.
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Not a sigh for tlie lot that darkles,
Not a tear for ihe friends that sink ;
We'll fall 'mid the wine cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine wo drink.
Come, stand to your glasses, steady !
'Tis this that the respite buys ;
One cup for the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Who dreads to the dast returning ?
Who shrinks irom the sable shore t
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul, can sting no more.
No ! stand to your glasses, steady !
This world is a world of lies ;
One cup to the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the laud we find ;
Where the brightest are gone before ns,
And the dullest are most behind,
Staud, stand to your glasses, steady !
'Tis all we have left to prize;
One cup for the dead already,
Hurrah ! for tho man who dies
There's a mist on tlie glass congealing,
'Tis the hurricane's liery breath ;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of Death.
Ho ! stand to your gla.sses, steady J
For a moment the vapor Hies ;
A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next that dies !
fnre tne I saw a largn trench, which was
ab./Ut six feet wide and had been occu-pied
by some of our riflemen; on the oth-er
side of which, 1 saw 1 could stand a far
better chance of engaging iny enouiy; so
putting my horse into a run, 1 jumped
the ditch. At this time the rebel was
within a short distance indeed ! He had
already drawn his sabre to dispatch me.
The rebel's horse evidently did not
seethe ditch until he was on the bank,
when he suddenly braced his lore ieet
and refused to budge an inch. By this
time I was on the opposite side of the
ditch, ready to show light. The rebel
seeing that I was reaay to fight, drew his
revolver and fired, with so little atten
tioti to the important matter of a steady
aim, that the bullet vvhi.stled harmless-ly
ovei my he ld. It was my next move,
but the rebel not wishing to hear what 1
had to say on the subject, wheeled his
horse and made for his companions. But
I was unwilling to let him go, drawing
my "Colt's," 1 sent a "little persuader"
after him, and, as luck would have it
"dropped" him. I then rode ^ou and
soon arrived at the hospital, where I
found Jim Smith, who had been wounded
in coming off the field. I had my arm
dressed, and though it was a very severe
wound, it soon healed.
This was my first and last experience
of the tender mercies ot the Black Horse
Cavalry. Winsted Herald.
A LEAP FOR LIFE.
BY C. B. B.
It was during the retreat from Bull
Ilun that the following incident occurred.
Jim Smith and 1 were on a dead run
for a clump of woods. The Black Horse
Cavalry were pursuing our troops with
their horses on a run, shooting down the
unlucky ones who came near them. We
thought not of the slaughter that was go-ing
on around us, or even of the dead and
dying that lay around us. Our only
thought was for ourselves, and how we
should escape the fate of many of our
com pan ions.
We ran a few moments without speak-ing,
wh^n 1 stumbled over a stump and
fell. The cavalry was quite near u.'- at
the time and delay was dangerous. I
called to Jim not to wait for mo but to
hurry on. I rose as soon as I was able
and started on again, but had not gone
fjir before I felt a hot breath on my neck.
Looking around I saw one of the cavalry
with uplifted sabre ready to strike me
down. 1 raised my left arm, to defend
my head, and I'eceived a severe cut on
that member. Drawing my revolver, I
shot the rebel through the head, and af-ter
pulling him from tho horse, I sprang
into the saddle and rode on.
I had ridden but a short distance when
I perceived one of tlie cavalry, who had
seen his comrade shot, coming after mo
with his hor.so at a full gallop. Just be-
THE ADMINISTEATION A SUCCESS.
Gen, Grant's career as President is
vehemently pronounced a failure by such
rei:resei<tatives cf different opinions and
constituencies as The World and The Sun.
The one denounces him beciuise, whereas
he once seemed to have few affiliations
with professional politicians; he is now
on the best of terms with th«m ; because
he shows capacity to forget personal
grudges in desire to do his duty, and thus
opens cordial relations with old antago-nists
like Gen. Butler ; because he is not,
as it avers, a br.lliant President, (like
Fierce or Buchanan, with a policy of his
own, but is most ready, waiving his own
opinions, when necessary, to accept and
execute the will of the people, MS express-ed
through (Jongress. The Sun is even
more vehement, but less explicit. It de-nounces
him, (after claiming that, but for
its Editor, he would never have been (Jom-mander
in-(Jhiel, or President) because
he takes occasional .seasons of relaxation
from the cares of office: because he doea
not always select noted politicians for the
offices; because he does not adopt a
high tone with effete and bankrupt Spain;
because he has appointed to office men
onco engiiged in rebullion ; and in general,
because, as it alleges, he is lazy and in-competent.
With the personal matters which, in
one of these cases, that of Mr. Dana, are
openly discussed in connection with this
judgment, we have nothing to do. With
the judgment itself we propose briefly to
deal. We do not regard Gen. Gram's
administration us a failure. We do re-gard
it as a very safe and .substantial sue
cess, and we do not for one moment
doubt that, outside tho narrow but noisy
limits of political disappointments and
aspirations, the sober, well-considered
j\idgment of the Country sincerely and
heartily renders the same verdict. Wo
remember that there was a time when Mr.
Lincoln was denounced in terms almost
idetuical with those now used in denunci-ation
of Gen. Grant. He was accused of
lack of brilliancy. lie was said to cling
to political noliodies, like Bates and Usher
and Welles : to ignore the live, poweiful
men of the party, like Chase and Cameron
and Butler He was without pluck, al-lowing
the Country to be bullied by Great
Britain with her privateers, and by France
with her expedition. He sought relaxa-tion
from the cares of office, and even
indulged in the enormity of telling sto-ries,
while the Republic was in the throes triumph of Equal Rights. For the passage
of a struggle for its existence. Yet, in of the XVth Amendment we owe him
spite of envenomed assault on these and grateful thanks. Against him it might,
many like scores, he was renominated possibly, have been carried ; with his
without a count. Then was seen how earnest, cordial, and efficient co operation
trivial and inconsequential was all this it was certainly attained more speedily,
noisy surface opposition. It was found without a serious struggle. In this
that, since Jackson, no man had so reach- in all other leading measures, he has
ed the popular heart. Assailed in Com- ^eea most true to tho principles of the
mittee-rooms, he was applauded in town- party that elected him ;—has lent his
meetings. Distrusted in caucuses, be was ^^ost faithful and powerful aid to secure
enthusiasticidly followed by the plain ^^i^ir triumph, and has honestly adminis-yeomanry
of the country. The men who tered his great office in their light. He
cast the votes believed in him to their utterly disappointed the Democratic
hearts' core, and his second race for the pi'ediction that h^ would betray the Re-
Presidency was no race ai all, but a tri- publicans ; and hence their wrath. He
umphal procession. It is too soo)i to say has mo^st cheerfully co-operated with ( /on-thai
Gen. Grant's popularity will to the gress ; has never hesitated to advnnce
e/id abide the same tests;—it is not too opinions of his own that differed from
soon to say that it now seems of like char- those of Congress, and has never delayed
acter. The plain people bylieve in him, heartily to execute the will ot the people,
as they believed in Lincoln. They con-, when once expressed through its voice,
sider liis administration as they consider-' With most decided wishes and policy of
ed Lincoln's, a success. And they are its own, on many points, there never was
right For j an Administration with less piide of
Grant's Ad?7iinistration is collecting the opinion, or more graco in yielding to the
revenue, economizing the expenditures and popular verdict, as uttered by the repre-payhi^
the debt. VVhen G e n . G r a n t w a s ,, sentatives of the people,
inaugurated the National Debt was $2,- Grant's Administration recognizes the
738,803,598. At the end of his first year whole'people.. It is no rule of the army
it was $2,651,668,695, and since then it' over its conquered foe. Every effort is
has been steadily reduced in ever in-' ii^^de to obliterate the bitterness of war ;
Greasing ratio. Yet taxes h a v e n o t b e e n ' to win back our late foes to that hearty
increased. On the contrary, special taxes ' supp'^^'t of the Government essential to
have from time to time been largely re-' oui" National safety and prosperity,—to
duced, imposts have been lemoved, the this again in reality one people,
burden has been more and more lifted In this spirit have been many past acts of
from productive industry, and at this very President ; in this spirit now is the wise
moment, in accordance with Gen. Grant's and timely nomination of Mr. Ackerman
earnest desire, a modified Tax and Tarilf of Georgia for a place in the Cabinet,
bill is before the Senate, having already ! i^'^t we i.eed not continue the recital,
passed the House, which t a k e s off a t a ! How POor and beggarly beside these
single stroke 65 millions more. Yet the things, seems the complaint that the
revenue increases. What, under Johnson,! Piesident chooses to take such relaxation
went into the pockets of the thieves, goes,' as every clerk or shop keeper seeks to
under Grant, into the coffers of the treas-j secure ; th.it he does not nominate for
ury, and its amount is deducted from the offiee politicians with whose claims noisy
annual taxation. | iteration has made the public ear lamil-
GranVs Administration, though that of ; that he does not make rhetorical
th most successf ul and renowned Soldier of speeches, and does not seek to est-iblish
his agCy is earnestly seekins peace loithall some great and brilliant policy of foreign
nations and avoiding entangling alliances, aggrandizement or domestic expenditure
We have not always been able to iigree in defiance of the will of the people !
with some details of his foreign policy ; We never advocated Gen. Grant as a
great Statesman. We have presented
him to the people as a sound and safe
man. We point to his record with hearty
satisfaction, and are sure that the Coun-but
this is its net result. Personaliy a
known devotee of the doctrine of Manifest
Destiny, Gon. Grant has shown so scru-pulous
a regard for the rights ot our
weaker neighbors that the suspicious Mcx- try will unite with us in pronouncing him
icans have ceased to disturb him, and the a sound and safe man still.—
critical and unfriendly British Cabinet
and press are forced to accord him re-luctant
praise. If he has not done all
things, as to Cuba, as we would wish
them, vve are bound at least to recognize
tho fact that he has preserved our bur-dened
people from war, protected our
crippled commerce from depredation, and
made energetic diplomatic efforts for the
protection of American citizens in insur-rectionary
regions.
Grant's Admitdstration has kept the peace
on the frontier. We have been threatened
with an Indian war that, under former
management, would have swallowed up
hundieds of millions. With a Soldier at
the lead of the Government, we might
have looked for the logic of the bayonet,
in the interpretation of Indian treaties,
protection of the advancing railroads,
and opening up of the Indian country.
Instead we have had an Indian placed at
tho head of the Bureau, controlling the
O:!^ THE SHORE.
"Going away," I think you said '!
With never a word for uie ;
Going away, an(i I turn my head
In vain, for the sua in tho West is dead—
All dead on the darkling sua.
Why did he leave me thus ? God knows !
VVeary, 1 thiuk of his love ;
Ho left me a kiss and i new plucked rose.
And I—for t^iney's sake I suppose—
Gave liim niy violet glove.
The sliips sail over the sea, I know,
Too far for a maiden's sight,
The ships sail on, tho strong winds blow.
And .some to tho lands of the Orient go,
And some to tho starless night !
I look, and over the waves afar
Tho white sails dicker and gleam.
And the ship ritles gayly over tho bar!
But the night is black with never a star,
And my lieart is siid with its dream.
Only tho dim of tho sea's far strand.
Only tho dark I see ;
For he left me here by the trodden sand,
With only a rose in my little hand,
And never a word for me.
relations of tho Government with his peo- JiuiFiunegaii was iii the habit of boast-pie,
Quakers selected for Indian agents, ing of the number of battiles which he had
tho wishes of Shei man and Sheridan held been engaged in. One day he was "blow-in
check, and Spotted Tail and Red Cloud highis horn" in tho presence of a fellow
ot miles of our exposed settlements,
reckon the economy ot Grant
policy, not less than the economy
by an honest collection of our
GranCs Administrution has secured the Culty.

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ONE FLAG, ONE LAND, ONE HEART, ONE EAND, ONE NATION, EVERMOBEl
YOL. II. HARTEORD, OOKi^^., SATURDAY, JULY 2, 1870. 52.
ioiirs at ioiue.
D R I N K I N G SONG.
[Tho following extraordinary lines were writ-ton
by Ciipt. Dowlinjf, an ollicor in tlio British
East India Service, iluriug a fearful season of
cholera. The writer is said to have fallen a vic-tim
to the epidemic shortly after writing them :]
We lueet 'neath the sounding rafter,
And the walls around us are bare ;
As they shout buck our peal of laugluer,
It seems the dead were there.
Then stand to your glasses, steady !
Wo driuk 'fore our comrades' eyes ;
One cup to the dead already ;
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet ;
'Tis cold as our hearts are growing.
And dark as the doom we u.eet.
And stand to your glasses, steady !
And soon shall our pulses rise ;
One cup for the dead already—
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
There's many a hand that's shaking,
Aud many a cheek that's sunk ;
But thougii our hearts are breaking,
They'll burn with the wine we ve drunk.
Then stand to your glasses, steady !
'Tis here the revival lies ;
Quaff a cup to the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next who dies I
Time was that we laughed at others,
We thought we were wiser then ;
Ha ! ha! let iheui think of their mothers
Who hope to see them again.
No ! stand to your glasses, steady !
The thou>;htiess is here the wise ;
One cup to tlie dead already.
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Not a sigh for tlie lot that darkles,
Not a tear for ihe friends that sink ;
We'll fall 'mid the wine cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine wo drink.
Come, stand to your glasses, steady !
'Tis this that the respite buys ;
One cup for the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Who dreads to the dast returning ?
Who shrinks irom the sable shore t
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the soul, can sting no more.
No ! stand to your glasses, steady !
This world is a world of lies ;
One cup to the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next who dies !
Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the laud we find ;
Where the brightest are gone before ns,
And the dullest are most behind,
Staud, stand to your glasses, steady !
'Tis all we have left to prize;
One cup for the dead already,
Hurrah ! for tho man who dies
There's a mist on tlie glass congealing,
'Tis the hurricane's liery breath ;
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of Death.
Ho ! stand to your gla.sses, steady J
For a moment the vapor Hies ;
A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah ! for the next that dies !
fnre tne I saw a largn trench, which was
ab./Ut six feet wide and had been occu-pied
by some of our riflemen; on the oth-er
side of which, 1 saw 1 could stand a far
better chance of engaging iny enouiy; so
putting my horse into a run, 1 jumped
the ditch. At this time the rebel was
within a short distance indeed ! He had
already drawn his sabre to dispatch me.
The rebel's horse evidently did not
seethe ditch until he was on the bank,
when he suddenly braced his lore ieet
and refused to budge an inch. By this
time I was on the opposite side of the
ditch, ready to show light. The rebel
seeing that I was reaay to fight, drew his
revolver and fired, with so little atten
tioti to the important matter of a steady
aim, that the bullet vvhi.stled harmless-ly
ovei my he ld. It was my next move,
but the rebel not wishing to hear what 1
had to say on the subject, wheeled his
horse and made for his companions. But
I was unwilling to let him go, drawing
my "Colt's," 1 sent a "little persuader"
after him, and, as luck would have it
"dropped" him. I then rode ^ou and
soon arrived at the hospital, where I
found Jim Smith, who had been wounded
in coming off the field. I had my arm
dressed, and though it was a very severe
wound, it soon healed.
This was my first and last experience
of the tender mercies ot the Black Horse
Cavalry. Winsted Herald.
A LEAP FOR LIFE.
BY C. B. B.
It was during the retreat from Bull
Ilun that the following incident occurred.
Jim Smith and 1 were on a dead run
for a clump of woods. The Black Horse
Cavalry were pursuing our troops with
their horses on a run, shooting down the
unlucky ones who came near them. We
thought not of the slaughter that was go-ing
on around us, or even of the dead and
dying that lay around us. Our only
thought was for ourselves, and how we
should escape the fate of many of our
com pan ions.
We ran a few moments without speak-ing,
wh^n 1 stumbled over a stump and
fell. The cavalry was quite near u.'- at
the time and delay was dangerous. I
called to Jim not to wait for mo but to
hurry on. I rose as soon as I was able
and started on again, but had not gone
fjir before I felt a hot breath on my neck.
Looking around I saw one of the cavalry
with uplifted sabre ready to strike me
down. 1 raised my left arm, to defend
my head, and I'eceived a severe cut on
that member. Drawing my revolver, I
shot the rebel through the head, and af-ter
pulling him from tho horse, I sprang
into the saddle and rode on.
I had ridden but a short distance when
I perceived one of tlie cavalry, who had
seen his comrade shot, coming after mo
with his hor.so at a full gallop. Just be-
THE ADMINISTEATION A SUCCESS.
Gen, Grant's career as President is
vehemently pronounced a failure by such
rei:resei